My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"hiss."

After a soft sound, the car door opened.

Looking doubtfully at the two gangsters wearing colorful turbans not far from the platform, Ethan pushed Quinn into the subway.

"What's wrong?"

Carter walked in with him and glanced over with the corner of his eye.

The two guys were playing with their phones.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"uncertain."

Ethan pushed Quinn onto the chair and said confusedly: "It's just that I'm not a hot woman. Why did I clearly feel those two guys looking at me feverishly just now?"

"It was like seeing a Playboy cover girl."

Hearing this, Carter curled his lips.

She felt that the other party was overthinking it. There were a lot of gangsters wearing colorful headscarves in Queens, but she didn't feel that the two gangsters just treated her like a Playboy cover girl.

Reese grabbed the vertical pole and stared at Quinn, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to do anything stupid, you should know what the consequences will be, right?"

"We've been very polite to you so far."

"Um."

The latter leaned his head against the subway window, his dark face expressionless: "Don't worry, I know the answer to this question very well."

The other three people are all strong.

The chief of staff would not be so stupid as to do some tricks at this time, it would make no sense.

Seeing how honest this guy was, Reese frowned and responded to Ethan: "Your intuition is right. I feel the same gaze. No one knows what methods HR will use."

"Everyone must be careful on this stretch of road."

"Don't make any plans." Carter sat down next to Quinn, lifted up his jacket and covered the pistol: "No matter what happens, I will definitely send you to the downtown area, and I will guarantee it with my life."

The jacket protrudes, and the gun is pointed firmly at Quinn.

"Boom~"

The carriage shook and the subway started running.

Ethan grabbed the handrail and looked out the window. The two bastards just now were nowhere to be seen.

I don’t know if he entered another carriage or if he has already left.

"Joss Carter."

Quinn pulled her cheek and said in a deep voice to the black policewoman: "Let me remind you, this is my city."

This was said very harshly.

Full of threats.

He raised his chin again and looked at Ethan closely: "If I guess correctly, you are the leader here."

"I know you don't like to hear these next words, but if you are still a smart person, you should give up this idea as soon as possible. And why can't everyone cooperate and win-win?"

"Actually, you have your own methods."

Quinn slowly spread his hands and said sincerely: "With my brain and power, we can accomplish something great."

“That’s a win-win situation.”

The handcuffs Carter put on him were shaking and looked a little funny with this expression.

"oh?"

Ethan grinned, and the tunnel lights kept flashing on his face: "Chief of Staff Quinn, after what happened, do you think it is possible for us to cooperate?"

"why not?"

Lao Hei was calm and composed, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant: "We are all people who do great things, so don't worry about temporary gains and losses."

"Now the enemy."

With sincerity in his eyes, the guy continued to persuade: "It doesn't mean that we can't become friends in the next moment. Interests will allow us to put aside our differences. No matter what you are for, you will definitely get more from me."

"Think about it."

The policewoman next to me hated herself to the core.

The man in the suit didn't meet once or twice.

The person in front of him is the youngest. Although he is ruthless, he might be able to open a breakthrough.

Anyway, idle is idle.

As long as you can sway the other person's mind, you will definitely make a profit without losing anything.

"hehe."

Ethan smiled without a smile and looked at Quinn teasingly.

This guy is interesting.

As expected, he can control the white supremacist organization with one hand, and the boss behind the scenes of HR with the other hand. He can still talk eloquently under such a disadvantage. It seems that he is not hypocritical at all.

This kind of mentality is not something ordinary people can have.

The most important thing is that he doesn't feel that the other party is lying. He has an inexplicable feeling that this old black man really wants to turn his enemy into a friend.

He thought highly of this guy.

I also understand in my heart why the senator let a black man control these underground businesses. When the ability is strong enough, the color ceiling is not impossible to break.

"what are you laughing at?"

Quinn felt butterflies in her stomach at his smile.

"It's nothing." Ethan grinned, shook his head and smiled: "You are quite interesting, but you can't understand what I want."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Quinn raised his shoulders and showed an friendly smile: "Why don't you tell me, maybe I can give you what you want."

Being willing to communicate is a good thing.

My most powerful ability is communicating with others.

Just be willing to talk.

Then a consensus can always be reached.

In response, Ethan responded with a charming smile, with eight very standard teeth.

This action made the smile on Quinn's face freeze.

As a senior political operative, he immediately smelled the scent of a politician exuding from the other party. The previously vague sense of familiarity quickly became clear, and memories kept pouring out in his mind.

"You're Ethan Morgan."

Quinn's pupils shrank violently: "Damn it, you are the mayor of Banshee Town, Pennsylvania!"

"Why is this happening?"

"What are you doing?"

Lao Hei's mind was as chaotic as paste, and his jaw dropped.

As the behind-the-scenes manager of the Aryan Brotherhood, the brotherhood's opponent Quinn certainly knew everything. Watts complained more than once that the newly appointed baby mayor had caused him a lot of trouble.

And the two sides are still competitors in the Aboriginal casino development plan.

The reason why I didn't recognize it just now was mainly because Quinn didn't think about it at all.

Who the hell would have thought.

The mayor of a rural town would actually do such a thing together with others.

Various questions kept popping up in his mind.

Curiosity written all over his face.

But Ethan had no intention of paying attention to this guy anymore. The old god stood still and looked away, causing Quinn to choke to death.

The subway car swayed and made a noise like a train.

Besides them, there were several other passengers.

These people were scattered in every corner of the carriage, with a hint of tiredness on their faces.

The subway stops for one stop and then starts again.

"Boom~"

The mobile phone beeps rang one after another. Ethan and others took out the phone and looked at the screen intently. The photo inside made them frown at the same time.

"Mr. H."

Glancing at Quinn sitting in the chair, Ethan pressed the Bluetooth headset: "Any update on the situation?"

On the phone screen, it was Reese holding a gun.

He himself stood in the shadows. (End of chapter)